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Jun. 17th, 2013 09:43 pmSometimes I buy fruit and I get fruit.
Sometimes, unbeknownst to me, I have apparently invited the vegetable equivalent of The Walking Dead into my home.
The strawberries I bought Saturday...three of them were totally unrecoverable, four of them required some serious chucks to be cut out, and all the rest looked dodgy. And even those taste... dubious.
Also, the laundromat in town, it seems, closes at 9.30. :-( Bad news when you get home at 8.30 and get to the laundry at 9.
On the other hand, the air outside smells amazing tonight. Like honeysuckle and lavender and several kinds of incense. And, no, not the air outside the downstairs apartment that often has strange but familiar smells--the air out on the avenue.
Sometimes, unbeknownst to me, I have apparently invited the vegetable equivalent of The Walking Dead into my home.
The strawberries I bought Saturday...three of them were totally unrecoverable, four of them required some serious chucks to be cut out, and all the rest looked dodgy. And even those taste... dubious.
Also, the laundromat in town, it seems, closes at 9.30. :-( Bad news when you get home at 8.30 and get to the laundry at 9.
On the other hand, the air outside smells amazing tonight. Like honeysuckle and lavender and several kinds of incense. And, no, not the air outside the downstairs apartment that often has strange but familiar smells--the air out on the avenue.
